Han Siye naturally saw his father's expression, and his face darkened. "What does that expression mean? If you don't want to eat, forget it."
"Kid, did I say that I don't want to eat? This is the first time you've cooked for me. I definitely have to try it." Han Xiao cursed as he picked up his chopsticks and placed a piece of the scrambled egg into his mouth.
The next second, he was overwhelmed. D*mn! How much salt did he add?
On the surface, Han Siye had been unwilling to cook for his father, but when he saw Han Xiao take a bite, he could not help but feel nervous. "How is it?"
"Mm. Not bad," Han Xiao said as if nothing had happened. Seeing Han Sye frown as if the young man didn't believe it, Han Xiao secretly swallowed the first bite and took another. "It's really not bad. It smells good."
Soon, he finished most of the plate of scrambled eggs.